From Black to White

Thanks for your thoughts about the ring in my last post.  I have checked with everyone that has been a guest at our home and it doesn't belong to any of them and they are as clueless about it as I am. One friend suggested that cosmic forces were to blame, while another taking a more earthy approach thinks that the dogs could have somehow tracked it inside. For now, the story of how the ring came to be on the floor in my hallway remains a mystery.

It's been a busy day for us.  It began with an early morning vet appointment for Dusty to just recheck the tumor on his leg, and refill his medications.

The trip was combined with giving our foster cat "Apple" to her new family, who are so excited to add her to their two-cat household.

I was home for nearly an hour when a text came from the cat-rescue... Despite my telling them that I wouldn't be able to take another cat, SHE asked if I would please consider it.  SHE  did say please...  So about an hour later, we were welcoming "Flurry" to Golden Pines.  

Flurry and his brother "Blizzard" (very un-original names for two white cats don't you think?) are both about 4 months old, and with several other cats were rescued from a hoarding situation. Both little boys were pretty sick, and now that they're feeling better they need to learn that people are a "good thing."  The brothers have been separated in hopes of their finding their own self confidence and that they can trust people.

So, we've gone from a black kitten to a white one.  But no matter what color the kitten might be, Charlie is of course pretty happy about it and Todd at the moment doesn't know quite what to think. But I know that's only temporary.